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The colors of spring fill the garden, but they can't all be accommodated.
Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.
I don't know who said such a wise saying (it is said that I said it): I would rather help a man than a woman. I agree with both hands. On Saturday morning, when I went out for a run, I saw a yellow dog chasing a beggar, so I showed mercy and helped the beggar drive the yellow dog away. Who knows this beggar sticks to me like a plaster? I can't help cursing the Japanese countless times in my mind (don't get me wrong, I have a good habit of cursing the Japanese when I get angry, but I don't know what kind of nerve brought him home).
Yang Lin thought so, patted his head and forgot to introduce himself ceremoniously. My name is Yang Lin. When I was eight years old, my parents both died in a car accident, leaving me a fortune and loneliness. I used to live in menstruation's house, but I always quarreled with my cousin, and then I moved back home alone. Now senior three. As for my grades, I never think it can represent anything, provided that my grades are not as good as others.
Yang Lin just didn't notice that although the beggar's face was dirty, he showed a snow neck outside his clothes and two slightly swinging protrusions on his chest, but who would like to take a look at such a beggar?
Take the beggar home to see him. ...